PURE WATER

Ya

Young boy in the 042 deh pon the roadside like a local yute

SandalS on my soles no shoes

No food in my stomach o boy, so the yute weren't brute n brollic o boy

Ain't too ironic o boy

Little Knucks thought fast like sonic o boy

Dying of thirst couldn't buy no water

Till I looked up n saw a girl selling a load on her head standing by one corner

And she told me its yours

Sutten just seemed so clear when I saw her

Its like I'd known her before

Fallen in shoes

No food in my stomach o boy, so the yute won't brute n brollic o boy